Dirty Laundry 23

Having just turned 18, I'm beginning to see my mother in a different light. My mother is in her early 40's; she's wealthy, intelligent and respected in her profession. You could say I've tried to emulate and to keep up with her. I started college at 16 and hope to finish in three years.

Unfortunately, I'm home for the summer, and today is my day to wash the dirty laundry. I've already carefully sorted the whites from the colors, put the cottons in a pile, and the permanent press and dedicates in another.

Looking at the stacks of clothing, it's obvious my mother has a penchant for intimates, with dirty lingerie of every color, stockings, panties, corsets, bras and the like all in one large pile next to the dryer.

I took a closer look at mom's thongs and couldn't help but notice the tell tale sign of a white creamy spot on the liner. Something or someone made my mom wet, that's for sure. No doubt her garters and stockings must have contributed in some small way to the condition. I wondered if dad knew just how mom dressed for work; what would he think about her obviously cum drenched panties.

Just when I'd almost finished the last sort and wash of laundry, mom happened to pass by the laundry room and mentioned how pleased she was that I was almost done and still had time for other chores before breakfast.

"Maybe you can wear something other than one of your usual boy clothes today."

I thought about the jeans and flannel shirts that made up my daily attire and wondered what mom had in mind.

"Its time you learned by my example" she said. "See this pile of clean panties; here's a nice lace pair, in black, by Ciaque, very expensive."

Mom held the panties out in front of me, and looked down at me in my rumpled pajamas.

"Its time you learned a thing or two about dressing for success" she said. "Take off those pajamas and let me have a look at you."

She watched intently as I let my bottoms drop to the floor and lifted a T shirt over my head. I have to say, standing there naked in front of mom was a tantalizing experience. I knew quite well the feel of my nipples, ripe breasts and line of soft down between my legs.

Mom noticed this too, as she casually let her hand drift from my chin, down my neck, and eventually took my breast in her well manicured hand. "I see you've matured quite nicely" she said.

I felt my nipples harden and closed my eyes to the sensation of her finger nails gliding over my breasts. I felt my mom's warm breath on my neck and heard her whisper "Have you ever played with yourself? Do you know what it is like to touch yourself? Would you like me to show you how to climax?"

My mouth was dry, my heart racing and my breathing quickened. "Yes" I said.

Mom lifted herself up onto the dryer. She was already dressed for work. Her blouse was open and her breasts were large and firm with just the right amount of cleavage. Her skirt, slit up the side, opened to her thighs, I noticed the stockings, garter, silk panties, lace bra.

Mom pulled her knees up and placed her stiletto heels at each corner of the dryer. She slid her red polished nails up between her thighs and traced the outline of her thong. I could see she was already wet. A small spot of honey dew glistened on the satin fabric.

She reached up into her thong and pulled it aside just so. i could see her smooth shaved lips, pink and soft, like a peach. She slid her middle finger between her vagina and let it rest just so on the head of her clitoris.

"You should know how that touching your clitoris can lead to an orgasm" she said.

"Do you know how to tease and touch yourself like this?" Mom reached out and took my hand.

"Feel how wet I am" she said.

I allowed her take my hand and place it between her legs.

She pulled up her skirt and pulled down her thong, leaving it draped over one ankle. Her stockings were dark against soft white skin. She unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra.

"Look at my breasts. Take my nipple in your mouth."

I felt my knees go weak; I tasted her and my hand explored the wetness between her legs. We kissed, our tongues meeting, Mom moaned as I let my finger tickle her clitoris.

"That's right honey" she said. You know what I need and you know what a mature woman wants, don't you dear."

I could see the aroused blush on her throat and it made me want this too. I got down on my knees and began to lick mom's pussy. She tasted sweet. I inhaled the fragrance of her clean lingerie, like a flower in full bloom.